Working all day and all night in the heat and the storm The sun turned black on the day they were born The king gave 'em no reason to carry on But torture and pain for those who remained strong
Runnin' in circles and almost blind But not the only one of its kind
Slaves on the run Even heaven cries Slaves on the run Another someone dies Slaves on the run Even heaven cries Slaves on the run Another someone dies Someone dies
The slave drivers' tool are swords, whips and chains There's an easy way out of this dangerous game They're cryin' out for mercy on their way Too late for them to recognize another day
Runnin' in circles and almost blind But not the only one of its kind
Slaves on the run Even heaven cries Slaves on the run Another someone dies Slaves on the run Even heaven cries Slaves on the run Another someone dies Another someone dies
Slaves on the run Even heaven cries Slaves on the run Another someone dies Slaves on the run Even heaven cries Slaves on the run Another someone dies Another someone, someone dies
Slaves on the run Slaves on the run On the runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
